Character Quirks Novels & Stories

she told him. Trent nodded and sat back. “I think I’m a good judge of character. You are…” he paused trying to find the right word and decided to use the word Harry had used. “Quirky, and a good person. I don’t think your hobby meant any harm. You never crossed the line.” “Quirky huh? You’ve talked to Harry about me I see,” she said, with a half-grin this time.

“You’re a cat, aren’t you? Quick and sly. And a little mean. I like that in a woman. I hope you’re the sort to recognize a real winner when you see one. Because I’m about to wipe the pavement with your boy toy.” Charlie grabbed my wrist when I made to stand up and get in his face. She tightened her hold on me, and I rearranged my furious scowl into as neutral of an expression as I could manage. My voice shook when I spoke. “I have more drivers to register. Get fucked, Quimby.” He leaned back, straightened out his shirt, and looked me over. “A curious little minx, aren’t you?” He chuckled to himself before walking toward his car.

"Let's not forget her habit of making decisions that she believes are best for everyone, mostly being best for herself," "I know right? Her decisions are almost always tilting to her interest. And let's not also forget her inferiority complex and anger issues," "Timidness, subconsciously simulated childishness, her belief that even if she's wrong, she shouldn't be scolded—" "Pompous and confident in a way that doesn't mix with her inferiority complex. It's sort of strange, honestly," Scarlette stroked her cheek thoughtfully. "I can't begin to explain. She's a mixed character. One minute she's like this, the other minute she's like that," I sat up and watched them with lips parted as they rip

I stared at him but he didn't look at me. Seriously, all this fuss because of an ID? In fairness, his nose was perfectly aquiline and it suited well with his handsome face. What else do you expect from rich kids? But speaking of character, anything can trigger them. In my case, an ID. What else? They’re also impatient and surely finicky. “What’sthe big deal about my ID? Did it kill you? Were you injured? Alas, the world has lots of problems to deal with and then there was you, fussing over a freaking ID!”

I almost feel like a granddad. Anyway, between Shrey and me, he has always been the bright one. My mother loves him and all my ex-girlfriends have always found him very attractive. Clearly, I don’t see what those girls did. Well, Shrey is tall, dark and fairly handsome. His hair is like thin noodles like those African- American disco dancers and it gives him character. The most striking thing about him is his disregard for the impossible. There is nothing in the world he thinks he cannot do. His overconfidence makes him almost cocky. In one crisp sentence—He is a freak.

“I’m a Vulpus.” “Oh, of course you are.” It was my turn to smirk. Like him, I lifted my hand and started checking off his traits – though I only listed the bad ones. “Indecisive. Flaky. Irresponsible. Nosey.” He lifted his hands. “All right. You’ve got me there. But you left off adaptable and intelligent.” I snorted. “I’ve not seen any signs of those traits in you.”

“My answer to that would be far too nerdy. I’ve read every post-apocalyptic book out there.” “List your unpopular opinions?” “Too negative.” “Pros and cons? Or what about obscure skills?” “Does it mean, like, juggling?” “Well, what about listing the things that stand out about you? Not generic interests like ‘enjoys travel and good food.’ You want to put unusual, funny things that only those who have the same interests as you will recognize.” “Right, that makes sense.” I think hard and type a few sentences, tweaking them until I’m happy with them. Charlie reads it and laughs. “It’s so you.”

“What date was he born?” “Twenty eighth.” Quinn giggled and shook her head. “Oh, no…that explains everything about him…he’s a Scorpio!” “And?” He leaned away from her to look at her with a raised eyebrow. “What can I say about Scorpio…?” Quinn twisted her mouth into a sultry little pout making Cory scowl. “Oh, let me guess…they’re great lovers?” He hissed under his breath as the movie started and the lights went out. Quinn giggled behind her hand. “Amongst other things…they are pretty narcissistic people, psychopathic almost…possessive and over protective.”

I have a rare disorder that sets me apart from my pack; I have multiple wolves within me. Max has a likable character. He's very funny and charming. Whenever he takes over, I become the most funny and charming person ever. He's also a food lover and can go to great lengths to get food. He once made me eat from a little girl's lunch on a bus because he was hungry. I nearly died of embarrassment. Max is peaceful, but I don't like it when he takes over because he can be too mischievous.

"I'm quick to anger. I solve my problems with violence. I'm stubborn to a fault. I'm not willing to forgive. I have impeccable taste in suits—" "Not a flaw," I point out. "—but my taste is also very expensive." He's smiling slightly at his own joke, but the smile fades. "I hold back. I'm slow to trust. I feel things, asteraki mu, sometimes too deeply, and I let them tear into me without doing anything about them. I want to be better, but I don't think I ever will be. Those are all flaws. I have more, but I don't think I know what they are."